Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"It's okay, I'll send someone to invite her here for you. I heard that your wife is very beautiful, so why not put it in PortMafia, there must be someone to help you keep an eye on her." The current leader of PortMafia grinned uncontrollably With good intentions, his attending doctor swayed on the spot, lowering his head and not daring to make a sound.

The leader looked away and looked at the endlessly dark light-shielding panel at the other end of the room: "My patience is limited, Mori. If I can't recover after the flower viewing season, your beautiful wife will have to resign and come to Yokohama from Tokyo to accompany you .”

"...Yes, leader." The doctor's voice was dry, and he was trembling when he looked carefully. No one would be too wary of this gentle and weak man. He didn't have the strength to be looked up to.

"Go down and do things." A cold voice sounded, Dr. Sen bowed and retreated all the way to the door before turning around and leaving.The person hiding behind the curtain came out and sat on the edge of the bed. The old chief raised his eyelids and looked at him weakly: "How is it? I really don't understand why you always complain about this person in front of me. In the face of it, any kind of wisdom is in the end nothing more than a gimmick to make people laugh, not worth mentioning."

"I'm old... In five or six years, this position will be yours sooner or later. Instead of focusing on targeting a certain person, it is better to follow my order and include the entire Yokohama in the palm of PortMafia. At that time, you still need Afraid of a little doctor?"

The disdain in the words was overflowing, Yamada blushed, wishing to copy the guy and rush out to directly attack the Yokohama City Government to fulfill his adoptive father's wish.

The old leader closed his eyes in satisfaction and nodded, raised a finger to signal that he could go, Yamada bowed deeply, turned around and left.Behind what he couldn't see, the old man stared at his back fiercely.

The young man's wings are gradually full, which makes him more and more restless.

Meanwhile in Tokyo.

"Sorry, Madame Rimbaud."

The old man in kimono who appeared in front of Rimbaud was the old man in kimono whom she had seen at Yebisu Shrine a few months ago. She still remembered that his name seemed to be "Yanya".Walking on the campus, she was suddenly blocked by someone, and the upright Miss Professor looked confused: "What?"

The other party had been prepared for a long time, and several burly men appeared around her and surrounded her. The atmosphere was quite menacing... Kneeling and pointing their foreheads: "Please follow us to the shrine to persuade the young master, if you continue like this, This generation of Ebisu gods will have to die young again and be replaced early."

Rimbaud: "..."

What kind of operation is it to talk when you have something to say, kneel in a circle and surround people without even calling it running?Could it be that if you don't agree, you won't be allowed to leave?I'm rushing to the classroom for class, bastard!

"I still have to teach a bunch of idiots, I'll talk about it after class!"

A big man in a suit immediately stood up, bowed and took a step back. Then he disappeared for a few minutes. After reappearing, the campus broadcast sent a temporary notice: "There are a large number of unknown insects in the teaching building. For the safety of teachers and students, please evacuate temporarily... ..."

"Please, you don't need to work today."

Yan Ya also lowered his head as a beacon, Rimbaud stared at his too thin figure and long white hair for a while, and said angrily: "Lead the way ahead!"

"Yes, thank you, Madame Rimbaud."

The feeling of being surrounded by a group of artifacts with teleportation is very magical. Almost in the blink of an eye, she found that she was already in a place that definitely did not belong to the world.

"This is the domain of God Yebisu. You don't have to be nervous, just treat it as if you are being stalked by a friend's stupid housekeeper."

"At my age, many things are not so important. I just don't want to see the young master change in pain again. God will not die. As long as there are people who believe in it, the new god will die again the moment the previous generation dies. Appeared, completely inherited the appearance and character of the previous generation. But...but for us humans, the most important memories and fetters have all disappeared."

Yan Ya was very old, and he walked tremblingly in front to lead the way. Rimbaud noticed from the side that his back was no longer straight, and it was only covered by loose clothes.

"What is it?" It will lead to the "death" of the gods. It is useless to find a human being in such a serious situation. She is a killer, a professor, not a doctor, and it is too late to learn now?

Yan Ya looked back and gave her a gentle look: "Every generation of young masters said that he fell in love with the world at first sight when he opened his eyes at the shrine. He liked human beings, but found that money cannot change human beings." To be happier. So the young master thought of a dangerous method... It was too dangerous, he would constantly experiment and make mistakes, and he would always accidentally replace it in the process of exploring alone. The newborn him would find this problem again, Start the dangerous quest again, and again..."

This is the story of a god who sacrificed himself as a martyr over and over again.

"Enough is enough, I really want to say to him, don't continue, human beings are not worthy of you. But as a beacon, as a caretaker who changes the gods again and again, when I see the child's shining eyes I can't say anything. I think you, as a mother who loves your child deeply, can understand my feelings."

"You are a rare human being who has been pondered by the young master for a long time in the past thousand years. I can only take the risk to trouble you once. Anyway, only this time, please forgive me."

While talking, they finally approached the gate of the European-style building at the end of the approach. Rimbaud followed Yanya up the steps and entered the building. Many artifacts in suits and leather shoes were busy coming and going.She continued walking through the corridor without looking sideways, as if she didn't see the locomotive parked by the lion lying outside the door and the traditional mikoshi...probably the means of transportation of other gods, but the lion looks really beautiful, Fuzzy and warm!

Iwaya led the guests into another corridor, perfectly missing the Seven Lucky Gods who had just left.Passing all the way, she lifted the heavy curtains of the bedroom, and she saw Mr. Ebisu whose neck and face were continuously spreading purple and black.

"are you sick?"

Wei Liang put his fingers on his forehead quite casually, and the black-haired god barely opened his eyes, and stared at her blankly for a while: "Why are you here?" He reluctantly gave the monsters a name, and the behavior of restraining them caused him to be infected and tortured by the "Qiu", which represented evil thoughts, and he couldn't even remember whether he had fallen into a god.

"Oh," Rimbaud stood up straight and put his hands in his pockets: "I'll see if you forgot to invite me to enjoy the flowers in March. If you forgot, I'll remind you."

Her bright brown eyes reflected his weak and ugly appearance at the moment, but she didn't avoid it at all, just as focused and sincere as looking at a deeply loved lover.

He wanted to sit up to make himself look better, no man could bear such an image in front of the woman he liked.He tried as hard as he could and failed without a doubt.

"It seems that you can't keep up with the appointment?" She lowered her eyes, and the shadows covered her eye sockets out of thin air, and there was a heartache of melancholy. The long-haired woman sat on the edge of his bed, stretched out her hand on the purple-black "Qiu" "I poked on it: "What can I do, I am looking forward to it..." She lowered her body and leaned into his ear and said softly: "I am looking forward to meeting you under the cherry blossom tree."

Ebisu's eyes widened in an instant, and she turned her head to look over in surprise, so surprised that she didn't panic even when she brushed her lips.

Because she touched the place where he was infected by the "chime", her lips were dyed purple and black to remind him what happened just now, and a blush appeared on Mr. Shenmei's pale cheeks.

It seems that he is really seriously ill, his blush can only be this color, pain and weakness are tormenting this god all the time, but his expression at the moment is so cute and interesting.

Professor Rimbaud, who had changed to a "lipstick number", looked like a demon who tempted the gods to fall. She chuckled and sat on the side of his bed: "No matter what you want to do, you don't look very good right now." good."

Lying on the bed, the man who finally regained his sanity pursed his lips and showed a childish smile: "I already know how to solve it, and I will get better soon. When I find the words of the underworld, we will go to enjoy the flowers together, and the proprietress of Olive Pavilion Special hamburger meat, you must be there, right?"

This is a god that answers the prayers of its followers.

Professor Rimbaud, who never promises easily, nodded: "Okay, I will definitely be here."

"Then it's settled?"

"That's a deal."

His spirit instantly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he hurriedly called someone to send Rimbaud to the sailor's quarters to wash off the infection caused by the "disorder", and he also clamored to take medicine.Determined that he should be able to recover slowly, Rimbaud left and was sent back to the original position surrounded by a group of artifacts.

This year's cherry blossom season is still more than a month away, and things that I have never paid attention to in previous years suddenly become exciting - Professor Rimbaud feels that his bottom line and principles are on the verge of crumbling...

Or quickly do something else to divert attention!Why don't you take that part-time job that you don't want to take over and go to Yokohama next.The above means killing a few cadres, or directly killing the current leader. As for the PortMafia organization itself... because it is too large and involves employment issues, no one wants to really break it up, at least not right now.

As far as Yokohama's overall economy is concerned, the sudden appearance of tens of thousands of desperadoes who are desperate for employment in the society is definitely worse news. Once the port overlord falls, the legacy left behind will inevitably cause a series of new disputes, and the chaos will be completely destroyed. It's out of order.It's impossible for Rimbaud to kill such a large organization without leaving any dogs behind, and the government can't do such a terrible thing, so the final mission target has a maximum of five people and a minimum of one person.

——Either kill the five cadres, or kill the leader, choose one of the two.

PortMafia is not a soft persimmon that can be rubbed and rubbed by others. This task has been hung up in the Supernatural Secret Service Section for a long time and no one responded.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

old chief

Repeated killing

Professor Rimbaud

In order to save morality

Decided to go

"Business trip" in Yokohama

Will it really fall off the horse?

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